Red Light Mamma, Red Hot! - Humble Pie

Red light mama looking for a ride

There’s fire in your loins but you’re cold inside

Quiet to the world that your nights are free

At 50 cents a time understandably, it don’t make it

Now, I don’t expect you to take my advice

But you can make it easy, just review the price

'Cause you’re looking awful pretty and twice as nice to know

Let’s get it on, mmm peel it off

Now, where’s your cousin Ruby with her jet hot lips?

She got life saver boobs and 42″ hips, some kind of monster

Those alligator slippers and thigh-high boots

She works from East to West and deals in blue-veined flutes, it’s

boogity-boogity

We know that she’s a hustler and she’s built like a tank

Wears hairnets on her armpits and her breath is rank

She gotta swelled belly and there’s money in her bank

Red light mama, red hot

Can’t you see what you’ve got?

Red light mama, red hot

Don’t you know what you’ve got?

Get it off

I heard about your sister down in Tennessee

In between the sheets she’s making history, and don’t we want her

Your mother’s still in Memphis on a cocaine farm

There’s no place left to shoot it in that thing she calls an arm

There ain’t no backing out when you’re born to lose

You take it as you find it and you pay your dues

She could’ve made her fortune if she’d stayed and played the blues

Red light mama, red hot

Can’t you see what you’ve got?

Red light mama, red hot

Don’t you know what you’ve got?